I would absolutely hang that on my wall. The intense, almost serrated contrast between the lands. One of developing nature, with a softer, yet still industrious and formidable demeanor, across the reddened sea from the violent and booming lands. The landscape so intrenched in steel and mechanical perserverance, it forgets the blood and sweat it was built upon. Despite the presence in the latter, the water separates the two, in a near magmatic manner. Where the waters that are supposed to provide sustenance give nothing more than a reminder of a searing decision, one of uncertainty. New beginnings, most certainly, but still unknown. Shall the fires forge our protagonist for greatness, or shall the waters of restlessness forever sear the heart of the scholar?
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I wish more people had percwption of art like you do....i read ur comment and i dont need to see my painting u explained almost every bit of it with wisely choosen words...thank you .my next one will definetly have a shout for you..
Well, a little back story helped with the interpretation. I have felt similar things, although the distance was expanses of land that were just as scorching. Despite that, the original destination was what burned my soul. I don't there anymore, but I am in the same state. Like an oasis in the middle of a desert. The struggle between wanting to roam and needing an anchor. Such is the life of a couple Steemit pirates eh? Forgive my weird response, I think I may need sleep quite desperately.
No you need to make a blog out of the comments u gave to me ...i love ur writing i wish i could express so much in words...and go sleep....i will post next painting at 8'o'clock...and for sure i am going read ur blogs..
Expressive exchange perhaps. :) Either way, thank you for calling to my wordsmith side.